BRING IT ON
Now they're ugly and comfortable
Ain't scared of what they can't explainCreation got to be your best defence
You got to give them something they can't nameWe can bring it onTime
tick tock starts to soundLike a gun shotDraws a line at who you are
And who you are notHow fast were you runnin'For standing still?So bring it on
Prove yourself wrongAnd make your movements beautifulWe can bring it onBridge:
Oh what a dirty jokeThere are some who will say this world
Ain't nothin' but a lifeboatAnd you ask these peopleBy sequence of events,
if we're in a lifeboat, then when was the shipwreck?
More often than not their expressions will glaze -
all they can stutter is "the good old days"
"The good old days" that weird little phrase which roughly translates as
"I am afraid" I'm afraid of the future, so I'll make up a past
And the present becomes a casualty - but the present goes on forever
"The good old days", simpler times waiting to ride us from all of our
Crimes in flimsy life boats where we sit and draw lines
Never waiting to admit we're all of the same shipGood or evil, right or wrong -
we bring it on - wisdom or ignorance - grace or intolerance -
love or indifferenceThe present goes on forever